Pretty Sweet - Christina Lee Page 0,59
finally free of him.
“Thing is, I’d never felt a pull to admit it out loud.” I’d never crushed on any guys from high school—that might’ve been a disaster or forced me out of the closet sooner. I knew I’d had it easier than most. “It wasn’t like I wanted to date anyone, male or female.”
“And now you do?” When I nodded, her eyes widened. “Do you mean Seth?”
My entire face heated up. “Right now we’re just hanging out. But I thought you should know, since he’s your friend and I’m your son, that I, uh, enjoy spending time with him.” Yeah, I really sounded like a kid with a schoolyard crush.
Mom clapped her hands and squealed. “I knew you had some sort of connection. Plus, you’re both the best kind of men, so you deserve—”
“Don’t get ahead of yourself, please.” I winced, holding up my hand before she could go off on a tangent about relationships or whatever else.
“Okay, I understand.” She leaned closer, conspiratorially. “And by the way, a mother always knows.”
I shook my head and smiled, because of course she did.
After that confession, I was famished. We ate our pizza, talked and laughed like always. Mom was the best kind of person too, and she deserved to be happy—whatever that meant for her. I knew there would come a day she might date someone again. Tucker would roll his eyes and say the guy would have to go through me first. He wasn’t wrong. I wanted the man to be worthy of her. But Mom would have a field day if I said that out loud.
After walking Mom to her car, I slid into my own and drove to Seth’s apartment. I had been here before but never inside. If the elegant lobby and elevator were any indication, I was about to get an eyeful.
And I certainly did as he pulled open the door with a shy smile and I stepped inside. The place was modern, with contemporary furniture, granite countertops, and shiny stainless-steel appliances. Seth fidgeted as my gaze scanned the space, so I reached for his hand and gave him a chaste kiss on his lips, which seemed to relax him.
“Nice place,” I said, because it was true, but something about it niggled at me. It was too sterile, with none of Seth’s warmth. I continued checking stuff out as he led me to sit on the couch, then went to the kitchen to grab us a couple of beers—the fruity stuff for him and a regular draft for me.
“Do you keep these in your fridge?” I asked as I twisted the beer cap and took a needed swig.
“No, I…well, I got a six-pack last week in case you ever visited me.”
My heart clenched as I set down my beer and reached for his wrist. “Come here.”
He placed his beer beside mine on the coffee table and then came willingly, straddling my lap as I reached for his face and gave him a real kiss, tongue and all. “Thank you. You’re the best.”
“It’s no big deal.” He dipped his head, and my fingertips traced the rosy dots that alighted on his cheeks. We kissed some more because I couldn’t get enough of how his lips felt when melded to mine, and how the weight of him always seemed to settle against my chest with the perfect pressure. My dick had perked up as soon as our skin touched, but I ignored it for now.
As we pulled apart, my gaze snagged on the cabinet he’d purchased, now set in the corner of the room. “Nice addition,” I pointed out. “And you’re right; that is definitely you.”
“Told you so,” he replied, then seemed to survey his apartment as if from a different point of view. “But I don’t want to sound ungrateful. Anyone would want a place like this.”
I reached for his face. “Hey, it’s okay to want something different for yourself.”
We made out for a while longer before we got comfortable side by side on the couch, which gave my dick a needed break. I didn’t need to give him the impression I wanted to maul him every time we saw each other, though it was hard not to touch at least some part of him, even if it was only shoulders or knees.
“Wanna watch something?” he asked, and I nodded.
I had never held a guy’s hand before, so when he knotted our fingers together, it gave my heart a little jolt. Such a small thing, yet